Lend me your wings

The unpleasant sound of the alarm wakes me up, once again.

2:00 AM. Damn, good thing I'm well paid for that.

As I try to clear my mind while dressing, I stumble on the sleeve of my pant and crash my face on the door of my room.

"Fuck. Whoever had the idea to put sleeves on a pant? Damn jackass."

I take a quick breakfast and ready myself to start another working day.

I'm not complaining, far from it. I know that working and earning money is important but, the "daily-grind" thing you know?

I'm working like pastry chef/Baker for a bakery not far from where my mother and I live.

It mainly calls three things to work like that: Hard work, Good will and few or NO social life at all.

It's like 60h/weeks and 6/7 and no vacations for Christmas and all.

I'm okay with it because I’ve never been really social and I really like the calm of the night.

And a nice pay helps me forget all the bad points.

But still, that routine is killing me. I wake up, Breakfast, go to work, come back, watch videos and play video games, and no more.

Hopefully I discovered a passion for martial arts and self-defense several years ago.

It's the only hobby I have helping me relax and giving me a hint of human contacts, besides my boss, my mother, and on rare occasions, my family.

Of course I'm Single. I'm 21yo and don't had a girlfriend for like 3 years just because of this work.

The last one didn't like the 2:00 daily alarm and, honestly, I’m not so bad without.

Living alone with my mother and my sister made a misogynist out of me.

Every girls of my age (and maybe older) think only of money and how cool their boyfriend sounds. The older he is, the cooler it seems in front of her friends. And if he has a big car, that's even more cool.

I'm not generalizing. Just saying that it's a REALLY, REALLY big majority.

They're just so... how to explain that? My experience would leave me to call them "WOMANLY".

I've been raised the "fogy" way, and I like it that way.

I mean, "women's first" and all you see? I know it sounds dumb and all, but I can't help myself.

But the girls from now don't really see it like it’s cool, and I don't have a SUV so, no cakes for me.

I even got into arguments thanks to this. It’s has-been, it's sexist, and so on? No really? I really don't get girls mind.

But well, there's no problem here, or at least not yet, because I’ll be late if I keep thinking about things like this.

I grab my coat and start my way to the bakery.

The journey isn't long. One mile and a half or so.

It's right in the city center of the town, and even if the town is pretty small, there's generally still many people hanging out at this hour.

But strangely, there's less today than usually; maybe because of the nights becoming colder.

It takes me twenty minutes on foot to reach it and I usually start working alone and my boss joins me later, around 6:00.

He just got twins with his wife, so I even proposed him to start early for him to finish early too.

He's like a second father to me.

I started to work here by chance, and we got in good relation really quickly.

We listen the same musics, our thinking are matching perfectly in many points (counting the whole woman point) and thanks to this, it's a pleasure to work here.

A sound stops me from rummaging my pocket to find the key of the bakery.

I lift my head and remove my headphones to try to catch it again.

Sounded like a scream... ?

Damn, it's so dark out there... And there's not a soul outside.

Was that a scream? Fuck.

I wait there without doing anything just to be sure if I heard something or not.

But fuck, if there's really someone screaming, the bread can wait.

I start walking in the direction of the noise.

My ears catch other noises, weaker this time coming from an alley several feet ahead.

I walk along the wall taking to the alley.

It's pretty dark and I don't see much but still; I recognize a guy and a silhouette behind him.

Is that a girl? I start approaching closely and hear her screaming again while clumsily slapping him before the man raise his left hand and slap her at his turn.

"G-Go away! Leave me alone!" The girl responds between sobs and hiccups.

"Shut the fuck up! I really don't want to hurt you, but if you really want me to get angry, we can negotiate it."

Fuck, I don't need that now.

I leave my hideout and start to walk loudly in their direction. The guy turns around to face me and try to intimidate me with his stare. The "eyes of the tiger".

"What do you want? Get out of here fucker"

"I don't really want anything, but I can't approve the way you talk to this lady." I can feel the adrenaline rising in my veins.

The way you feel when you're feeling invincible. That nothing could stop you. And the anger on his face just make my deviant smile grow larger.

I just LOVE those moments. I don't really like to fight, but dang, it's priceless to troll an asshole face to face.

"That's not your business man, now get out of here before I smash your teeth." The guy turn me back again and start approaching the women again. I can't really see her face in this dark, but I don't care, I Fucking hate scums like that.

I step forward and grab his right shoulder. He turns swiftly and try to punch me with his left, but too bad for him, I’m the badass guy here.

I dodge it by bringing myself closer to him and give him a taste of my right.

Fuck, his head's harder than a bag.

I make two steps back while watching him rubbing his jaw, looking at me furiously.

He closes the distance once again trying his right kick this time.

Is that how people give kicks? Is that even a kick? We're not playing soccer.

I move myself on his left and grab his leg when in range and hit his thigh using the tip of my right elbow.

The pain makes him gasp and he jumps back.

He rubs the place I hit. He's even more furious.

"That must have hurt...?" He groans in response.

He's now standing 5 feet in front of me, so I take that chance to get between him and the girl. I don't think he's no-brain enough to try anything that stupid, but well, better safe than sorry.

After several seconds, he tries his luck again. He charges again, his right behind.

Okay, I didn't want to be mean but...

I stand still, waiting for him to be close enough and leap forward, using my left arm to push his arm aside while grabbing his hairs with my right hand.

I push his head back and use the momentum of his unbalance to reap him off, using my right leg.

His head hits the floor, hard.

I look at him several seconds. It's a KO.

He's still breathing. Should be enough...

I take a deep long breath before turning to the lady.

She's scared and still shocked, but well, I can understand that. I walk towards her, unconsciously preparing some sort of quotes. Something like "You're okay?"

"You'reeeeeeeee?!" She jumps right towards me, hugging me hard.

The surprise makes me gasp. Well, I don't save naked woman's every days after all.

Wait...naked?! And her hair seems... multicolored? I see orange, red, yellow, even green and blue? Wait... WHaT?! I couldn't see her cause of the dark and the guy, but What. The. Fuck. is a naked punk woman doing here in the middle of the night?!

Okay, think fast, what the heck is happening now?

Many scenarios rushes through my head. Many where the nude lady in distress blows me or...

I feel my blood rising to my heads (Yeah, the lower one too) but I snap out of it while catching others hiccups and feeling her rubbing her eyes dry using my coat.

"Eh... I-It's okay now, h-he won't bother you anymore." I say softly, trying to calm her.

I take my coat off and give it to her while forcefully looking aside.

"It’s getting cold... and I think you need it more than I do actually..."

She takes it and put it on. Well, try at least. She doesn't even use her hands to grab it, just the back of her hand.

What the fuck is she doing?

It takes her several seconds to put it on but finally make it.

Before pulling me on a hug once again.

"C-can I ask you why you were naked here? In the middle of the night? I know it's not my business but... Erm I’d like some answers...if you don't mind."

She let my shoulders go to look at me. I try to look her in the eyes too but can't focus and start looking around.

Like around her chest which isn't covered.

She had a hard time putting it on, not even talking about closing the zipper.

I slap myself mentally and look upside instead.

"I... I think I’m a bit lost...but it'll be okay! I'm fine now." Even if she's trying to show up strong, she's clearly scared. I bend my head down to look at her but she avoids my stare.

"I-I could've get rid of him alone!"

A tsundere? Oh fuck, she's becoming cute. And that tomboyish tone... I swear it sounds just like Rainbow Dash.

Fuck, there's a naked girl that I just saved from being raped or worse, hugging me and saying she's lost, and the only thing I think about is MLP. What have I become?

"B-But thanks." Oh god.

"N-No problem at all... Do you know the number of someone that can take you out of here? Some family? Friends, maybe?”

"A number?? Number for what?" She looks at me, disoriented.

"S-Someone should come pick me here soon... I think..."

She thinks? erf.. Maybe I should give her my pant too? It’s getting pretty weird...

"Okay... Can I have your name at least?"

"D-Dash. Just call me Dash."

"Wh..." What.

I look at her seriously and maybe seeming a bit annoyed.

"Is that some kind of joke? Your name is Dash, you have her voice and your hairs are Rainbow colored?"

She just looks at me, even more disoriented than before.

I keep looking at her and see her eyes growing, a look of fear in it and glaring at something behind me.

"Mh?" I turn back and don't have the time to dodge the knife coming right to my guts.

"Huh..." I raise my eyes and meet the eyes of that man again.

Everything seems to go so fast.

The adrenaline comes back and with it, all the anger I could bear.

"FUCK THAT'S IT!" I catch his right hand while he was trying to pull the knife back and turn my right elbow to give him the maximum momentum and send it flying right to his left temple.

I looked at him falling down, "FUCK YOU!", I place myself in front of him and start kicking him as hard as I can.

I kick, again, and again.

He screams and noises of bones crackling starts to get heard and he starts poking blood.

Soon enough, his screams stops. The only noises we can hear are my groans and the sound of my right foot meeting his ribs.

I can't stop myself kicking him, and I feel something getting on my back.

I'm so angry right now, I don't even think of what was happening anymore.

I turn over and grab whoever's neck was trying to get behind me.

I don't think I've ever been so furious. I could just kill anyone in sight.

But as my vision stopped to blur from the movements and the rage, I caught sight of my new prey.

It's her. Struggling, trying to remove my hand from her neck, tears welling in her eyes.

I let my hand loose and I felt my mind coming back.

She gasped hard, taking all the air her lungs could bear.

"S-Sorry... I-I don't... I didn't..." I take a step back, breathing deeply and as the adrenaline goes away, I feel the pain coming back and reminding me that there's a knife stuck in my belly.

I looked down and the tears started to flow.

I felt like everything, the whole world was trying to get away from me.

I looked at her and couldn't stay still. I fell down on my knees, I don't know what was... I just couldn't... Stand up...

As I was crying, looking down on the knife still in my belly, I looked up at her and my mouth moved on its own.

"I-I don't w-wanna die here... I can't... Like that..."

She looked terrorized.

She got on her knees and hugged me tightly, carefully avoiding the blade.

"N-No!"

"Y-You're not going to die here!"

I raised my head and took a look at the moon, it was beautiful...

Autor's note: Okay, Here it is!

I'm Locky and I’m a brony (Yeah I swear.) I’ve been reading some fanfics here and there and really liked some ( The Ballad of Twilight Sparkle, Until I met her, Second life...) And even if there's many HiE and that I didn't read them all, I wanted to try myself ! Many of the HiE stories are just clopfics or mmmh, they're going TOO FAST in the story, so I wanted to write something myself to see what I had in my pant.

It's my first fanfic ever and so I HOPE and ASKS you to CRITICIZE everything!

My native language isn't English (French) and so I’d like you to help me with my lack of English grammar and so on :)

If the story seems attracting enough, I’ll try to keep on the writing as much as I can.

Hope you liked it until now.

It was just an introduction in my story and of course, there'll be more of MLP after this one.

<3 u guys.

Reworked on 10/18.

Hope this will feel better.